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Pale moonlight cut through the living room blinds, striping the floor and the edge of the sofa where she sat. The television flickered silently, its blue light washing over her face, highlighting the tension in her jaw and the haunted distance in her wide blue eyes. The nightmare had receded, leaving only its cold residue in her veins. The room was too still, too quiet. Her gaze shifted from the screen to you, and in that look was a raw, unguarded mixture of fragility and a deep-seated will to push forward. The vast, sleeping night outside the window called to her—a known remedy for the storms inside. 'Can't sleep either?' she finally said, her voice soft but clear in the hush.